Hello, population of FFdotnet! Here's a really quick story from Ginny's POV - don't worry, I haven't gone over to the dark side.
Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter, would I really not be able to afford next year's trip to Infinitus?
Love to you, my faithful (and not so faithful) reviewers!
Moretta
I hate the way my brothers treat me.
They treat me as though I were glass.
I can understand Mum and Dad wrapping me up in woolly blankets, but my brothers?
I don't think they even realise they're doing it.
I'm a female, therefore I must be frail, dependant on them, unable to do things that the others can.
I'm the youngest of seven children, fair enough, and I am a girl, true, but I can fend for myself.
They don't know that's how the Tom Riddle incident started.
I would tell him how they acted around me, how overprotective they were and he would listen. He would understand.
I got too close to him. He knew everything about me. Nobody's got that close since.
Not my friends, not Hermione, not Dean, not Neville, not Harry.
Hermione should know that I'm a fighter.
Dean knew perfectly well that I am able to get by on my own. His only worry was if he'd survive when my brothers found out.
Harry. Even he treats me like my brothers do. I thought he would be different. I was one of the best in the DA, wasn't I? I went to the Ministry with him, didn't I?
But no. He acted like a perfect bloody gentleman the whole time and I was told to stay and be a good girl.
I've always done everything I was asked to, but not anymore.
This year was my year. Neville and I practically saved the school – we provided hope.
But now the time to fight has come and Mum won't let me near this damned battle!
I know what is at stake. I know that I might die, but Percy's here, Fred is gone and I have to defend my school, my friends and my family.
They treat me as though I were glass. But I know better. I'm unbreakable.